Friday, December 18, 2009

It's been a long day...

Thanks to the Australia Post strike, the letter I needed with the pre-admission appointment information didn't turn up yesterday. I ended up calling the hospital to find out the appointment time. They said 10.30am, which was great. I figured I might even have time afterwards to go to Ikea or get to the boys' school for end of year break up.

Got the pre-admission department WAY TOO EARLY at 9.30am because I wasn't 100% sure where it was and didn't want to feel stressed if I couldn't find it easily. They didn't mind me being earlier, said the earlier the better and I sat down feeling rather pleased with myself, thinking I'd definitely be out of there by 10.30am, leaving plenty of time for Ikea and getting back to the school.

Then the nurse tells me I have an optic appointment in the clinic on the fourth floor at... wait for it... 1.30pm!

So, yep, as predicted I walked out of pre-admission at 10.30am, having been weighed and measured and questioned and then had three hours to kill until my next appointment.

Luckily Ari slept for an hour of that time. I talked to Dave on the phone, and played bejewelled and spammed twitter and facebook with my whinging - I LOVE my iPhone!

1.30pm rolled around and I went in to see one dr, and a student dr, and then out to wait some more before meeting my surgeon.

The upshot after more measuring was that my eye was quite turned so either I could just have an adjustment done of my left eye, but it might not completely fix the squint and I'd probably have to come back and get my right eye adjusted too (the eye work together, so both eyes actually need adjusting), or I could get the whole job done at one but that would mean surgery on three ligaments, two in my left eye and one in my right.

I struggled not to laugh the entire time the doctor - whose name is Lloyd Bender (rofl) - was talking because he had this English accent that reminded me entirely of the guy in the following ad!

Anyway, did manage to get to Ikea and now have peppercakes and lingon berry jam and Daim (I hate that they've changed the spelling on those!) to soothe me over Christmas as I endure a pair of eyes that feel like they have gravel in them...

About Me

Writer At the Bottom of the Garden. I'm a 40 year old mum to four boys, married to an architypical "Grumpy Old Man" and living in Melbourne, Australia. Writing is my passion (and the thorn in my side, as well). I tend to think too much and then spew forth my thoughts like a Jackson Pollock painting. So, don't stand too close :).